Phoenix

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She came into my life in a blaze of glory, a halo of earnest perfection. She was a golden phoenix to my captive sparrow. Her beauty was incomparable, breathtaking, enough to stop time. My nights were hers; in the early hours of darkness I would think of where she was, what she was doing; my heart beating so loud I could hear it ringing in my ears, keeping me awake. Keeping me alive.
Before her I was a nothing, a nobody. But she, she taught me how to breathe again, unknowingly encouraged my wings to unfurl and made me feel like a somebody. She put the spark back into my eyes and lit a match with it, illuminating me.
I walk on clouds and I walk on eggshells, but whichever way I walk my destination is always the same. I will forever find myself creeping back into her bed, lying there in the early hours of darkness, knowing where she is, what she is doing. For in the absence of a cage I have the whole world in which to stretch my wings and fly to wherever she is, settling in beside her feeling that this is what I was born for, comfortable in the knowledge that even a golden phoenix has to burst into flames in order to be reborn.
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  1. So honest this piece of writing. Even though we shouldnt put things like this on a blog...baring our weaknesses and insecurities. We all feel like we were nothing prior to meeting someone that re ignites that flame inside us x x x x

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  2. So honest this piece of writing. Even though we shouldnt put things like this on a blog...baring our weaknesses and insecurities. We all feel like we were nothing prior to meeting someone that re ignites that flame inside us x x x x

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